Me and my mind in conversation...

Smile is what the world gets to see Smile is what, I intend, they take away too Smile is what, I prefer, remains consistent So there’s no point in asking me “How do you do” The world gets to see it, they feel envious The world gets to share it, they take it for granted Is the mirror a window to another world? Coz only the mirror rarely gets to see it It can lead to laughter, It may come with tears You could smile when you blush, or might want to just hide your fears You may smile when you’re guilty, a smile may be sly All you see is a smile, tough to reach the inner layers But like windows on an opaque wall The eyes seek for themselves some glory And One of those millions around you, the one who you’d least expect, would suddenly tell you “Mate, your eyes tell a story” So much for the effort of smiling then Out comes your mind from underneath the smiling layers And when what the mind says can be heard by someone You would know you’re with